Wrinkled skin; looks like
A Font; to the secret,
Awaiting to unveil.
Blemished Knuckles; depicts
That pathways are,
Never free of bumps.
Rugged texture; displays
An uphill battle has,
No substitute.
Broken nails; shows
Not all the; Judgments
Made are flawless.
Torn flesh; echoes
Sacrifices won't come;
With a discount tag.
The fading line; on the palm
Advice, no matter what,
Nothing is Ultimate!
Long disfigured fingers; offers
The direction to the;
Lost souls.
Cuts and the scars; tells
A tale of endless courage;
Through deceit.
The shakiness; expresses
The willingness;
To strive.
A firm grip; represents
The keenness to;
Find solutions.
When asked,
'What are you searching for?',
'Those hands',
I replied.
As those
Fearless ones; without flaws
Do need the
Affectionate ones, with the scars;
Consistently!
As holding tight, those hands;
The melting warmth,
Flares!
-bubblehead95
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Author:
bubblehead95 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A foolish longing-Those hands.
- Category: Family
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- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Rocky Lagou.
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Brilliant!
(may I recommend
'Grandma's Hands'
by Bill Withers, as
a music accompaniment
to this profound
work of Poetry, dear poet)
and may I be so bold
to ask, if you get a second free
check out one of my old, scribbles
titled: 'nature's mappings'
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-123012 )
I was quite amazed by the synchronicity
between your eloquent write and my feeble effort..
Oh, Mek. You make me AWE with every comment that I receive. Thank you for recommending such a soulful and tender song. I wish I could have known it sooner. So, if you look again, I did add it to this work. I wrote this in the memory of my grandma. Not knowing what she meant at that tender age but now realizing I want nothing more than her to be at my side. I also read the piece you mentioned; it's simple yet substantial. Thank you so much for your mellow reviews. Now, I'm falling short of words to express my appreciation. It means so much!
Wow. I mean I am truly wondersrtuck by your impeccable writing. The old hold so much wisdom and sage advice, we must all look up to them as inspiration. The lines...
"Torn flesh; echoes
Sacrifices won't come;
With a discount tag."
Is so impactful. I mean we truly believe we can live our lives without facing hardships and tribulations. Your poem AND your artwork speak to a generation of people, and to generations to come. Amen for your poetry, and Amen for your life. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Hey Rocky, I have so much to say but don't have words to express it, and this overwhelming feeling (after reading this comment) is not of any help. Thank you so much for your gracious expressions. I undoubtedly agree with each word that you said. This one is in the memory of my grandma. The Old is like the walking catalog, which we fail to take a note of; often. We are so accustomed to 'BEST' that we forget life has something called 'WORST'; Thank you so much, Rocky; I really don't know how to express my gratefulness. It means so much. Thank you!
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